MOTHER.­ You lost your way, after all?

ELIZABETH ELIZA.­ No; we knew the way well enough.

AMANDA.­ It's as plain as a pikestaff!

MRS. PETERKIN.­ No; we had the horse faced in the wrong
direction,­toward Providence.

ELIZABETH ELIZA.­ And mother was afraid to have me turn, and
we kept on and on till we should reach a wide place.

MRS. PETERKIN.­ I thought we should come to a road that would
veer off to the right or left, and bring us back to the right
direction.

MOTHER.­ Could not you all get out and turn the thing round?

MRS. PETERKIN.­ Why, no; if it had broken down we should not
have been in anything, and could not have gone anywhere.

ELIZABETH ELIZA.­ Yes, I have always heard it was best to stay
in the carriage, whatever happens.

JULIA.­ But nothing seemed to happen.

MRS. PETERKIN.­ O yes; we met one man after another, and we
asked the way to Boston.